#is this a date with death reference? maybe a teensy bit

[luckyorchid]

Aventurine nicknaming reader sunshine I NEED IT

[marwhoa]

request: can i get some Mori dating headcanons? it's okay if not, have a good day :]

🝮 mori-senpai dating headcanons !!

morinozuka takashi & reader

author’s note: so exciting! I did this impromptu without consulting my fic schedule at all, I was just so excited. It’s my second ohshc ask !! and my first headcanon write !! I have a few headcanon requests that i may be tots cool with knocking out shortly.. or maybe i’ll watch Wednesday.. ooh! Fun fact, i actually have Honey’s Usa-chan. I bought it with money I was given after donating plasma 😎 watch this be the post that gets me flooded with ohshc requests lmao

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When you guys first got together, little paper-craft animals would appear in places he knew you would see. You only discovered it was his work when one day, he said a little, “ oh! “ and then held out an adorable paper-tanuki. You keep them all, don’t you?

That isn’t to say he doesn’t still do it. No, no, you will occasionally find a little cat or so still! Once there was even a little chick.

Before dating him, you may have encountered a rude person, bully, or unwanted flirts. Once y’all were together, magically that slate was wiped clean… Did you gain a boyfriend or a guardian angel? (Trick question, answer is both!)

Now, we all know how quiet he can be—speaking only when necessary or so. As such, you have occasionally been referred to as the “ Mori Whisperer “ due to your accidental talent at being able to read this man like a book. Like, the easiest book. One time, you glanced at him from across the room, sprung right up, and left. Everyone was confused, and then even more so when you came back with … poetry book? God, they were even more confused.

When you turned and saw them looking at you, missing Mori’s second-long starstruck expression, you simply went, “ What? He had his ‘poetry book’ look in his eyes. “ No one knew which to question more, how you knew that or how you saw that look FROM ACROSS THE ROOM.

Alright, home boy surprised the death out of you once though. You’re great at reading him, but you had never met an exhausted Mori, so imagine the shock on your face as you were leaving with him from the club room after a late night, and right before leaving out, his hands slipped into yours and pinned you to the wall. His head hung low, resting against your shoulder. Silence. A little squeak of awkwardness slipped your lips and he smirked against your skin, mumbling something about how cute you were and how hard it was to focus on anything else if you were in the room. Even when you were gone he couldn’t focus! He rose up, gave you a smooch on the forehead, and then carried on with a yawn.

You wondered if he could hear how loud your heart was thundering in your chest on the way to your rides home.

If you’re shorter than him—let’s be real, he’s 6’4. I dare you to be taller—he will wordlessly hoist you up in some way, shape, or form. Prove me wrong? Within reason, of course (like ceiling height limits), he is either going to encourage caring you on his back, shoulders, or in his arms (won’t confess to it, but he may, just a teensie tad bit, prefer this method)

If you ARE taller than him, don’t think you’re safe from being picked up. He will just tug you into a hug, contemplate silently for a second, and then WHOOSH, hoist you on up!

You see this? This right here? Yeah, he’s picking you up like this and looking into your eyes. If you’re lucky, you will catch his lips curl up into a fond smile.

Shares his food with you. Whether you have a habit of not eating or not, he will know. Mori is shockingly in tune with knowing whether you’ve had enough to eat or not—and if you’ve had the proper food groups. He grew up with the words most mischievous, sweets-loving little martial artist! Best believe he is either gently nudging a plate of yumminess to you OR holding it out for you to eat (cue the swooning in the background at such an adorable display of love!)

Mori will hold a bit of food for you to take, leaning into his propped-up hand with a smile in his eyes. When you take it, he can’t help but imagine you looking like an adorable little puppy or something and is quick to quietly take his gaze elsewhere, lest he wants his pale complexion to bloom with the ripest of rosy hues!

Rarely seen without Honey, but when you came into the picture? That because a, “ rarely seen without one of them, pretty much never alone ”. At first it was because Honey didn’t trust you being good enough for Mori and had to make sure you were good enough (what? you think someone’s following you? Oh, no, no, no, you’re um, seeing things. Yeah.) Now it’s just because it happens organically… or does it?

After the initiation period, you and Honey actually get along well. If Mori isn’t there when you come into the club room, Honey will beckon you over to hang out with him! Some of the girls love to visit him especially if you’re there because of the adorable older sibling caring for younger sibling dynamic you inadvertently fall into place of.

Mori may or may not have came in to see this once. Swore his heart nearly popped like a ballon as he saw your face contort into a playfully scolding expression saying, “ Honey-senpai, watch out! You’re spreading strawberry cream all over your face. “ He totally wasn’t imagining you taking care of children or anything, not at all. Not with those kind, gentle hands.

You’re, you’re sorely mistaken!

On particularly slow or boring days, he just might (with permission, of course, he is no heathen!) run his fingers through your hair absentmindedly. If you rest against him or lay your head in his lap, he will pray that you cannot hear how loud HIS heart is.

Also, his love language is acts of service. You don’t even have to ask him for help, he just magically appears (which has startled you a few times! you’ve joked a few times about getting him a little bell to hear him coming. he may have snorted at that, but when you turned back to look at him, he had a neutral expression…). Like, literally magically appears. One time you were having trouble on homework, and guess who sprung up a surprise visit? That’s right.

Morinozuka Takeshi, in the flesh. Cue a comedy scene worthy montage of you getting nice and presentable before letting him into your study room. He said he was also having trouble, but once the impromptu study sesh began, you discovered it was a lie! He was too good at this to be having trouble!

Who told him you needed help?!?

[bigfan-fanfic]

Sunshine, Lollipops, and Rainbows (Male!Reader x Gabriel - SPN)

Requested by @yesthetrashbin for Gabriel trying to woo you by giving you suspiciously good luck

It hasn't been particularly easy in this town.

Sure, starting out on your own is never strictly "easy," but, well... luck hasn't been in your favor.

First it was the sign you had ordered for your new ice cream shop coming back misspelled (and then colored incorrectly when it came back after that)

And then it was your first customer having an allergic reaction because she didn't read the sign warning those with allergies that nut contamination may occur

And then... you get the picture.

You struggled by, even through the string of strange deaths in your town, until one day a lanky stranger came wandering in, staring at you with something like awe.

"How has there been an ice cream parlor here and I didn't know about it?" he asks, grinning, and you shrug.

He orders a five-scoop cone and practically kicks his heels on the way out the door.

The next day a tree falls in the street, blocking traffic through that little town on an unseasonably warm day... and you get the best day of business you've ever had up til then.

The man comes in every day after that, which cannot be good for his cholesterol. But he gets more talkative, drawing you out of your shell. And your luck somehow improves after his visit, whether it's beating traffic on the way home or somehow ending up with double your order of food without having to pay extra.

On a whim, you buy a lottery ticket.

The next day, the man walks in with a big grin. "You know... if you had a suggestion box, I'd say you should wear nametags. That way I don't have to refer to you in my head as Ice Cream Guy."

"Is that so?" you smirk. "Maybe you should wear a name tag so I don't have to call you Five Scoop Man."

He barks out a laugh, grinning wildly. "Gabriel, if you must know. But I'm totally gonna go by Five Scoop Man now."

The day you tell him your name, you win the lottery.

Somehow you can't help but associate your strange luck with Gabriel. Sure it's insane to think a cute guy could be the source of your luck, but...

Eventually Gabriel works up the courage to ask you on a date.

"This isn't just a ploy for free ice cream, is it?" you tease before accepting.

There's a storm the night after, biggest gust in years. Your shop remains untouched, somehow being unscathed by a fallen tree that flattened both shops adjacent to yours.

A swerving car that you're sure should have hit you is blasted aside by a fire hydrant malfunctioning at just the right moment.

A Ben and Jerry's truck headed into town somehow explodes.

It's starting to get a little suspicious.

So you play the lottery again, using the same numbers as before... and you win.

You mention to Gabriel that you've been craving Indian food and he calls you that night saying a place opened up within walking distance... in a lot that was completely empty the night before.

"Gabriel." you say when he walks in the next day. "Are you giving me good luck somehow?"

He knows better than to lie to you. His shoulders droop. "What gave me away?"

It's absolutely insane, but this is happening. "Uh... probably the Indian food thing."

"Damn it." Gabriel snaps his fingers. "I knew that was probably too far. I just... look, I know it's not exactly great protocol, but I can't help it. I saw your life and how it's been going, and... I just figured a handsome guy like you should have everything be perfect."

"You... saw my life? Like a psychic?"

"It's a teensy bit more complex, but let's go with that."

"So... all this was a way of trying to woo me?"

"No!" he says, urgently. "Not at all. I like to think I have enough game to woo someone without needing powers. The luck thing was just because I thought you deserve it. I don't know many humans - people that are as hardworking or kind as you."

You look at him, a little sternly. "As much as I like being lucky, I'd like you to stop messing with it. I'll take the good and the bad."

He nods. "That's fair."

"As for us... you're a special kind of guy, Gabriel. If you want to keep dating... I'm game for it."

He smiles. "Sweet. Can I use my powers to make our dates good, though?"

You laugh a little, smiling at the way he drifts closer, hands snaking around your hips. "I'll allow it."

The next day your car breaks down, but your boyfriend simply winks at you and gives you a kiss, and you're sitting in front of your ice cream shop. "I'll go get the car taken care of. See you tonight?"

You don't know how exactly he does it, but you know that even without his powers or your luck, Gabriel would have stolen your heart.

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』

Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru

Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~

Kambe Daisuke

First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush

Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)

But he absolutely loves spoiling you

Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.

He loves dressing you up and showing you off

But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased

A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng

He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club

He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi

American gangster vibes, honestly

He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else

He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me

Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour

Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up

Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me

He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you

A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu

He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.

Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry

From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy

He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable

He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it

He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you

But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while

His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators

His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise

He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out

He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars

He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out

He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way

He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side

It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill

But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist

Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter

His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders

He's a god at eating you out

He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh

Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming

His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf

It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him

The King of Aftercare™

He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry

Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear

He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back

Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing

He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?

Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you

He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better

Help, my heart's so full 🤧

Kato Haru

This man is a sweetie pie, honestly

Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun

Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant

He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time

Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀

Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby

Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions

He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute

Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'

Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt

Spooning. So much spooning

Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.

One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio

The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions

Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too

Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products

He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao

He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers

The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:

1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead

You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add

You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared

Shower sex = never again

But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair

He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power

He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex

And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it

He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute

He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage

He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels

Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well

One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat

He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir

He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him

But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad

His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does

Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even

But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't

Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while

You're his safety net

When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again

He hates putting so much on your shoulders

But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere

This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[vicioushyperbolizer]

Ummmmmmm 37, 55, 66, 82, or 94 for either clintcolson, stony, stucky, stiles/derek, zimbits, derek/nursey. (I did not realize how many fandoms we have in common....)

all the ships. but honestly though, there’s basically nobody i don’t ship in the fandoms i’m in, and i have a tendency to wander into outside those fandoms, so I have my fingers into just about everything. I liked these so much that I started writing a second one, actually, so keep your eyes out for that post!

prompt: "You overhear my ex mocking me for being single at a holiday party and introduce yourself as my SO with a kiss on the cheek but we've never spoken before" (thanks @veronicabunchwrites), ship: stony.

Tony checked his watch and groaned. How was it still not 10pm? And why did he make that stupid agreement with Pepper that he would stay at the Stark Industries holiday party until then? Oh, right, repayment for the PR disaster that was the Halloween Bash. How was he supposed to know that the mayor was afraid of pigeons?

He tossed the last of his drink back and headed to the bar for a refill; he was way too sober for all the schmoozing and feet kissing. At least he knew the bar had the good stuff, since it was his party and all. No use skimping on the booze when it was literally the only good thing about the whole bullshit event.

He nearly made it to the bar without being stopped, which was practically a miracle (but not actually, since they weren’t a real thing), but he was interrupted by Mrs Horrible III just steps away. Tony could practically taste the smoky, well-aged scotch that was waiting especially for him. He had to play nice to the stockholders, though, or Pep would have his balls (and he was pretty attached to them, physically and emotionally). He managed to make it a full 3 minutes into her blathering before he zoned out, rattling the ice cube in his still-empty glass (couldn’t the foul woman get the hint?)

Instead of listening to the way she went on disdainfully about how it was “such a shame that today’s society couldn’t appreciate the need for well-made weapons”, and that she understood the company had to keep relevant, but she “certainly felt safer when Stark weaponry was protecting Americans,” (because he was pretty sure that maiming guests would go against the ‘be nice’ directive), Tony let his eyes drift across the large and ridiculously over-decorated room to look for The Guy.

Tony had seen him almost the second he walking in (fashionably late), which sounded like such cliched romantic bullshit, but hey, he couldn't change the facts. That was why they were facts. The Guy was hovering nervously around the gigantic Menorah. He was small, smaller than almost everyone around him, but there was a fierce cut to his eyes that made him look like he was ready to drop his champagne glass and fight anyone who so  much as looked his way. And boy, could Tony appreciate that sentiment.

Almost as much as he could appreciate the ungodly glowing blue color of The Guy’s eyes, framed by glasses too big for his face, the crisp pressed khakis that somehow managed to make his legs look a mile long (when they were definitely not, like, at all), and the way his suspenders sat on narrow shoulders, pressing his dress shirt tightly to his thin torso.

And yeah, okay, maybe ogling the guests wasn’t exactly what Pep meant when she said ‘play nice’, but if it kept him out of trouble, how could it be wrong?

His search was fruitless, though. Tony couldn’t see him anywhere. Which meant back to focusing on Mrs Horrible III, and oh hey look, her husband had joined in the conversation at some point.

-read more under the cut or here on AO3-

“-dear. I agree that it’s nice that Mr Stark is donating the proceeds to charity, I’m simply pointing out that I think the best thing for the community isn’t to placate the lazy. No offense of course, Tony.”

Yeah, nope. That was just about all he could take from the Terribles. He was about to interrupt and make an exit (or just walk away, because from the look of it, the two were snipping at each other so much they wouldn’t even notice), when he caught the thread of a conversation floating from somewhere behind him.

“Seriously, how did you even get invited? I see you weren’t important enough to warrant a plus one -- of course my date is around here somewhere. Or is it that you just couldn’t find anyone willing to be seen with you?”

The only thing that Tony hated more than the whimpering, sycophantic masses at these stupid events were the ones who were rude, mean, or downright cruel. The people who thought that getting their names printed on an SI invite meant they had some sort of status or power. They were the same people that controlled the company for far too long, making decisions based on selfishness and monetary gain. Tony was trying to ferret out every last one of them and put their names on a list so black they couldn’t even find work in the Antarctic. By the sounds of it, he had missed one.

Whoever the man was talking to was keeping up pretty well, though.

“You do realize that we used to date, right, and that you basically just insulted yourself more than you did me? And now here you are again, talking to me in the open, where anyone could see it. By all means, Brock,feel free to leave me alone before you taint your reputation or whatever.”

Sarcastic remarks in that oh-my-gorgeous voice? The Guy might have a run for his money.

“Yeah, sure we dated, but everyone knew that I was just slumming it for a fuck. I mean, why do you think I agreed to spend all of my time with you at your white trash friend’s run down, piece of shit bar? Really though, whose dick did you have to suck to get in here?”

And that was just about as much of that as Tony could take. He interrupted Mr Terrible in the middle of what he was sure was a racist, xenophobic, or classist rant.

“Well! Your views were certainly enlightening. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to make the rounds.”

He didn’t wait for a response before he turned around and started walking away, eyes searching for the voices that he overheard. Because “making the rounds” definitely meant sticking his nose where it didn’t belong (probably at the expense of a very high end pair of heels and grovelling).

Tony was pretty sure his brain short circuited a little, when his eyes landed on The Guy and a very large, brutish looking man (sanding way too close, in Tony’s opinion).

Okay, he was positive his brain had short circuited, because there was no other reason why he would decide to stride straight up to them, throw his around around The Guy’s thin shoulders, and say with a wide grin, “Well, that would be me, of course!”

Oh, God. Pepper wasn’t going to want shoes, she was going to want his head on a platter. That was, of course, if The Guy didn’t kill him first, because Tony could feel the Death-Murder beams directed straight at the side of his head. Well, no going back now.

He leaned down and pressed a kiss to he Guy’s quickly flushing (embarrassment? rage?) cheek. “I thought I lost you, Snookums. Luckily i needed a refill or I wouldn’t have found you.”

Bit-Tall-and-Stupid looked a shade paler than he had before, quickly taking two steps back so that he wasn’t in their personal space anymore (since Tony had also invaded The Guy’s personal space, but hopefully in a more helpful and acceptable way).

“Oh! Mr Stark! I didn’t… of course. What a small world. How, um, how did you and Steve meet?”

Hey, cool, The Guy had a name! Now if only he knew literally anything else so that he could make up a somewhat believable story as to how they could have met, one good enough that his ex wouldn’t question it.

“How we met? Man, it’s a great story. You won’t even believe it, let me tell you. See, Steve and I met because --”

“Ms Potts commissioned me to do the new artwork in the Stark Tower lobby. Tony liked it so much that he wanted me to make some art for his penthouse. He and Ms Potts thought they could help me get more high profile clients if i came here.”

God bless Steve. And, huh, Tony could vaguely recognize some parts of the story being true, even. He was pretty sure that Steve was lying about the art in the lobby thing because he had never seen any art there, ever (but it did sound like something Pepper would do, and tony wasn’t the most observant person), but a new painting had suddenly appeared in his living room. It was some sort of trompe l’oeil style painting of the internal view of an arc reactor. It was… actually incredibly well thought out and beautiful. Sure, it might just look like a boring view of metal bits to someone else, but to him it was exactly what he wanted to commemorate the transition of Stark Industry into a renewable energy corporation (and his own transition into a new person, but nobody needed to know that he had that level of introspection).

He winked haughtily and pulled Steve more firmly against his side. “What can I say, I like a man who’s good with his hands.”

Steve snorted into his champagne glass. That was cute, why was it so damn cute? He drained it and elbowed Tony in the ribs (hard, ow, pointy elbows. But he probably deserved it, so he would forgive Steve).

“Why don’t we say goody to Brock and go get that refill, hm, doll ?”

Oh, Tony likey. He would gladly follow a sarcastic, attractive man towards alcohol. But he had one teensy tiny thing to do first.

“Well, I would love to, sweet cheeks, but before we do that… I was just wondering something about Brock here.” He looked from Steve (blue eyes, so blue, so hard to look away) to The Other Guy. “Why are you here at this party?”

The Other Guy looked back wide-eyed. He stumble over his answer for a second before he collected himself, shoulders pushed back, chest forward, head held high. Ah, false self confidence, the safety blanket of the mediocre “alpha male” (because Tony would bet his entire garage that Brock would refer to himself as an alpha male).

“I was recently hired as the head of security for the building. And as you know, all senior staff were invited, of course.”

That’s what Tony got for agreeing to delegate the hiring for non-science departments.

“Head of building security you say? Well, i’ll make sure to get that job posting relisted as soon as i leave here tonight.” He waved over one of the uniforms lining the perimeter of the room, a safety measure that Tony had objected to until now. “If you could escort this gentleman out, please. I’m pleased to say that he’s no longer an employee of Stark Industries.”

Brock stuttered and argued, trying to fight against the officer who had grabbed his elbow firmly. Tony smirked as they cut through the crowd toward the exit. Beautiful justice.

When they were through the grand double doors and out of sight, he looked down at Steve with a wide grin on his face.

Steve had an eyebrow raised and a hand on his hip, wearing an expression that could either mean that Tony had fucked up or he was about to get laid. Or both. Tony really hoped that it was both. Hot stranger hate hookup? Oh yeah.

With a flick of his pink tongue and sweeping eyes, Steve licked his lips and slowly looked Tony up and down (please say hookup, please say hookup, please say hookup). He moved the hand from his hip and dragged it down Tony’s silk tie, which was so incredibly hot, wow. When he reached the top button of Tony’s waistcoat, Steve pulled his tie out and then yanked on it, pulling Tony into a heated kiss.

Steve’s lips and tongue were steaming hot and domineering. He forced his way into Tony’s mouth in no seconds flat, licking and biting and sucking like his life depended on it (or like was really, really enjoying himself, which Tony desperately hoped was the case). Tony tried to keep up (there was basically chance of giving as good as he got), but he could feel his knees going weak and he had to catch himself before he dropped the empty tumbler still in his hand. Oh fuck yeah.

When Steve finally pulled away (because there was no way in hell that Tony was moving back first, holy shit), he grinned wickedly at Tony.

“I’m not usually this easy, and I’m not going to go easy on you about pulling that little stunt, but getting my abusive ex kicked out after you fired him from his dream job? Plus, you’re wearing that suit very nicely. What’s say you go get me another drink and see where the evening goes. Maybe I’ll be convinced to show you just how good my hands really are.”

Tony glanced at his watch again. 9:24pm. Pepper would just have to deal with him leaving early. He had a strong-willed, extremely talented, incredibly attractive man (and a good kisser, did he mention the good kisser bit?) to woo. He held an elbow out to escort Steve to the bar.

“I’ll take you up on that.”